#Just a good ol boy

[andy-clutterbuck]

Nerd HQ Panel | 2014

[wild-lavender-rose]

Watermelon Kisses (part 2)

Pairing: Bo Duke x fem!reader x Luke Duke

Category: One-shot

Summary: After Bo finds you in the kitchen making a late night snack, the two of you return to find a very sleepy Luke in a very jealous mood. 

Warning: Insinuative comments, steamy kissing, sharing a bed (purely fluff) 

     It took a second for your eyes to adjust to the darkness of the bedroom you and the boys shared. Reaching for Bo’s hand, you let him lead you through the night. Luke was sprawled out on the left side of the bed on his stomach, the moonlight illuminating his bare back and shoulders. 

     You crawled into your place in the middle of the bed, careful not to wake Luke. However, as you settled down by his side and Bo began to follow, Luke shifted and draped his arm across your waist. “Where’d you go, baby?” He asked, voice slurred with sleep. 

     “Wanted a snack.” You whispered, slipping under the covers and turning on your side to face him as Bo snaked his arm over your waist as well. 

     “Hmm,” Luke sounded both sleepy and suspicious. “You eatin’ Bo?” 

     “No.” You scoffed, running your fingers through Luke’s hair as Bo chuckled behind you. “Go back to sleep, baby. I’m back now. We’re here.” 

     Luke hummed. You snuggled against him only to feel his body shift. The next thing you knew Luke was leaning over you, hand cupping the back of your head as he kissed you deeply. You gasped against his mouth, the sound turning into a moan as Luke claimed your mouth with a passion he only had when he was jealous. You ran your hand through his hair again and pulled, earning a low groan from Luke as he angled your head and kissed you deeper. 

     “Ya’ll about finished? I’m tryin’ to sleep.” Bo mumbled, but his hand rubbing up and down your thigh said that he truly didn’t mind at all. That was the great thing about the Duke boys. When it came right down to it, they knew how to share. 

     “Luke,” you breathed, squirming when he began to kiss your neck. “Honey, m’sleepy. Wanna sleep.” 

     Luke gave you another sweet kiss before pulling back. “Sorry, darlin.” He eased you back down between them, tapping Bo who immediately spooned you from behind, helping your heartbeat to calm. 

     “Night, darlin.” Luke whispered, smiling as he kissed your forehead. 

     “Goodnight.” You whispered back, nuzzling against the both of them. “I love you.” 

     “Love you more.” Bo slurred, already half asleep. 

     You and Luke exchanged an amused look before Luke pulled you into his arms, keeping you safe and warm as you slowly drifted back to sleep.

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[peachesandcreames]

A Good Ol' Southern Boy 🔥🥵

[dollypopup]

that 'have you ever been punished as a child?' line Pen drops hits different when you realize that in the books, Colin was horsewhipped by his father the morning before he died and then went to Eton where they literally had something called 'flogging Fridays' during the time he attended

like Julia, Miss. Quinn, what do you mean you just threw that information in as a random throwaway line that is never mentioned again? do you not realize how WILD that makes Colin's background?

He was twelve years old??? His dad saw him hitting Eloise and then horsewhipped him, and after horsewhipping his twelve. year. old. son. he then goes to comfort Eloise by taking a walk with her and the bee stings him and he fucking dies

Colin would be out here blaming himself for that death forever are you kidding me???? Wondering if he didn't hit his sister (when they're children playing together), would his Dad still be alive? Would he still have gone on that walk? Would he still have passed away as Colin sat sobbing in the stables, hurt by his hand?

And then he goes to Eton where the only time he had off was 3 weeks around Christmas, but still has to stay there, and 3 weeks in the summer when he can finally go home to Aubrey Hall?

This timeline is BONKERS. Like. . .we know Edmund dies not too long before Hyacinth is born, and she's born May/June. Colin's birthday? Yeah, it's in March. So you mean to tell me, the order of events of all this mess could be as followed: Edmund horsewhips Colin when he's 12 years old (sometime before March), he DIES that same day, Colin turns 13 (in March), Hyacinth is born (in June), and not a few months later Colin has to go to Eton (after the summer break. Social season is Spring and Summer, and ends either July or August, so let's be merciful here and say he leaves in August) and doesn't come back for an entire year?

You mean to tell me this boy has had what? Half a year to get over his father's death after he whipped him for a minor infraction and then he's waltzing into an institution where canings and whippings and floggings and bullying are the norm when he's a teeny tiny little boy?

How is this man not filled to the GILLS with trauma???? No wonder he's so close to his mum and listens to the women around him more than the men and never talks about his dad. And he still turns out so nice and empathetic and kindhearted? He still listens so much to Pen and is so gentle with her and has a good sense of humor and cares so deeply?

That man is never raising a hand to their children. He probably won't even raise his voice at their children. Oh my god.

[forlorn-crows]

𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒏 & 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔

pairing(s): ivy/cowbell words: 795 rating: everyone

notes: cowbell is nonverbal, but has his own system of sounds for communication. for @wrathofrats who i know hasnt been feeling the best lately. here's some sickfic boys for you ♡

Ivy cracks open the door, careful to glide past the creak in the hinges in case his mate is sleeping. “Bellflower?” he calls into the dark room.

There’s a slight rustle in the blankets, but otherwise no response.

Ivy squints. “You sleepin’?”

Another rustle, the mass of blankets shifting until the bright flash of an eye peeks out between the folds of fabric. It’s a mistake on the other earth ghoul’s part, though, because he screeches and groans, turning away from Ivy. 

Ivy sighs. “Can’t hide from me forever, sweetheart. C’mon, up.” He walks over to the curtains, parting them just enough to let a sliver of cool afternoon light filter in. 

Under the blankets, Cowbell hisses. 

“I made you the canned soup with the sta-a-r-ss,” Ivy sing-songs. Cowbell, many weeks ago, had snuck a can into the den after seeing it in the Sibling’s pantry, no doubt stocked for some of the children still running around the abbey. Ivy turned his nose up at it (even though it did smell delicious), but Cowbell slurped it down in three to four gulps with the roundest eyes he’s ever seen. Like a dog’s eyes widening as it licks whipped cream from a cup.

Consequently, he’s been fixated on it ever since, to the point that Omega had to make sure it was on their grocery list. Ivy doesn’t understand it—he could make so many better, more hearty, more fulfilling soups than this. But he thinks it may be the only way to get the other ghoul to eat anything at the moment. 

Ivy watches Bell’s horns hesitantly pop out from the covers. A curious trill follows. The bribe is working. 

“Mm-hm. But’cha have to get up if you want it.” 

Cowbell sighs. Clicks through a series of sounds that translate to Fiiiiine, give me the soup.

“That’s the spirit, bellflower,” Ivy smiles. He sets the soup on the desk he scooted across the room to serve as a bedside table while Cowbell’s been equally voluntarily and involuntarily bed-bound. Ivy draws the covers slowly away from his eyes, chirping when his eyes and nose are revealed. “Hi darlin’, let’s get you set up.”

Though Cowbell grumbles again, he lets Ivy set him up against the headboard, cushioned by pillows and still tucked into the comforters. Warm fingers brush away the jagged wisps of hair away from his slightly damp forehead, which are swiftly replaced with a cool washcloth smoothing over his face. 

Bell hums a relieved mmm, leaning into his touch. 

Ivy cocks his head, considering his mate’s condition. “Seems like your fever’s finally breaking. Still feelin’ hot?”

He whistles through his teeth. A little.

“Better than ‘on fire’ like yesterday.” Ivy trades the cloth for the bowl of soup, precariously climbing onto the bed into the space beside him. “Alright, open up.”

Cowbell sticks his tongue out between his fangs, making a sound that’s a cross between a growl and a screech, reaching for the spoon.

Ivy rolls his eyes, holding tight to the utensil. “I know you can do it yourself. But don’t pretend like you wouldn’t immediately toss this spoon aside and drink straight from the bowl, you little devil.”

He hisses. But instead of looking threatening, Cowbell slips into a lung-clearing cough. 

“And that’s why I’m not lettin’ you do that,” Ivy says pointedly, trying very hard not to sound like a mother scolding her child. 

By Lucifer’s grace, Cowbell recovers from the coughs quickly, narrowing his eyes at his mate but ultimately allowing him to spoon warm, sodium-ridden soup into his mouth. It only takes four or five spoonfuls before he’s purring, closing his eyes in appreciation with every swallow. 

“Laaaast one,” Ivy says softly once the bowl is empty, making sure to scoop up all the star noodles that are left stuck, catching them all with the spoon. Cowbell’s eyes are droopy as he takes them off the spoon, comforting warmth no doubt radiating from his belly. “Good?”

He trills and licks his lips, reaching for Ivy as soon as he sets the bowl down. He whistles a low tone, pulling him close. Cuddle.

“Do ya always gotta pull me into your sickbed, Bells?”

An indignant chirp, limbs still grabbing. Yes.

Ivy smiles fondly and shakes his head. “Alright. A little cuddle.” Ivy guides him back down into bed, stealing a pillow for himself as he slips under just one of the blanket layers. Instead of tucking himself into the crook of Bell’s neck like he normally would, he opts to cuddle around his middle, pressing his lips to his (now warm) belly. He presses his nose to his hip and hums, closing his eyes.  

“Get some sleep, bellflower.” Above him, Cowbell trills and threads his spindly fingers through Ivy’s hair.

[pushing500]

We had a quest to give some (42) tank tops to a nearby settlement. Kwahu is a fast crafter, and we had lots of bison wool from our pet bison, Tequila, so we decided to take it. Why not?

Now we have allies! That's nice. They still get upset when we yeet toxic wastepacks into the ocean, though :(

So, remember that baby we have in cryptosleep? We haven't done anything with her yet because we were building a room (and also our dog died, then our triplet died, then we had a potentially dangerous creepjoiner, then we lost some limbs... It's been a hectic quadrum, okay??).

However, with the addition of a masterwork crib and a lick of paint, the room is finally ready, and so are the boys...

Of course, we couldn't have a baby without one last reprimand from Mechi. I wonder what the Jones boys will decide to call their new ward? 🤔

I suppose we'll find out next time...

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This episode of "A Mechanitor's Message" is brought to you by...

... Augustín the Boomrat, who just arrived today and will keep me company while I play through the rest of the series,

and...

... These friendly little stars I made at work today and left sitting on a desk for one of my coworkers to hopefully find and surely be delighted by 🙃

[disenchanted2006]

THE BOYS - Season Four Finale

[lesbiiancrow]

here's my cowboy scarecrow

[fauvester]

I feel in my heart of hearts that jack and parse did each other dirty back in the day. both of then were stupid emotionally immature teenagers. and parse already got his ass whooped by the narrative. so maybe jack can be slow basal-level tortured by his worstie ex hooking up with his bestie teammate

[lavenoon]

@naffeclipse I want these two to meet so badly

[palilious]

some Post-Space Pirates Saga Yargwynn doodles (ft. Baby KJ and Paradise)

[foreverdolly]

i still have half of that cowboy!austin fic written from like… over a year ago. maybe… maybe i should post it? as you said- save a horse, ride a cowboy @mydarlingelvis 😈

[nichiperi]

Congrats on 200 followers, Nichi!!! Your work is incredible and I'm happy to see you getting more eyes on it~

For the sketch request, I will take 1 order of Zim vivisecting Dib, please.

THANK YOU!!! Oh boy. Oh man. I got really excited about this one so I made a whole-ass set of stuff for it. (⁠;⁠;⁠;⁠・w・⁠)

Don't worry! Zim made sure to put him back together again. Hehehe. How very generous of him! (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

[letterstoear]

Three things to note about Cater Diamond!

To be honest I wanted to write three things I love about Cater, but I couldn’t come up with them. Which is the first for me. I think the only other character I struggled with like this was for Malleus. So instead of three things I love, here are three things to note. After writing all this I've grown to like Cater a bit more, so maybe you'll like more after reading this too.

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Trends with Cater

Cater is the only character who seems to follow trends to the bone in Twisted Wonderland. I have to applaud him for this, following trends and keeping up with them is hard work. However, it does speak volumes about Cater as a character too. It shows that he doesn’t have a concrete style of his own. He truly is a hollow out card and I love that about Cater.

I love this because it’s very true to many people who are still learning about themself. Or you could also take it as a way to show how many are insecure about not being liked. Both are true to Cater, so for this I have to stand and clap for how he’s written.

Memories

The collection of photos Cater takes are part memories and part viral post, but I have a feeling it’s a bit more. It’s overly obvious Cater is uncomfortable with getting too close to others, he most often prefers the opposite. However, every so often he’ll ask to take a photo with you, as seen in his many voice lines. In those moments he doesn’t mention it for being a magicam post, but rather just for a photo memory. That small detail is quite nice of him. Or maybe it’s just me misinterpreting him.

Beware of that friendly smile!

He’s one of most friendly characters in the whole cast, canon wise. Everyone, aside from Idia has little to no trouble talking to him. This, I’m sure, is due to Cater being bold and feeling no boundaries among others. Despite that, every friendly joke comes with a half-hearted truth. We see this when he engages in conversation with Malleus, calling him scary, enigmatic and hard to read. While he means it all in lighthearted banter, it rubs Malleus the wrong way. Causing Malleus to hold a grudge against Cater for it.

This wasn’t the only time Cater tried to hide behind this friendly smile of his either. In the beanfest event he purposely pushed Deuce into getting the supplies box, fully aware of the opposing team ahead. Later, he was able to use this as a chance to get the supplies as the opposing team was gone. A rather mischievous fellow.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

I know this isn't part of the prompts thing technically, but I was wondering about your opinion on this:

Ordonian Folktales: The Tale of the Stáblad & the Twisted Capaill

It's just a folktale I thought up to try & flesh out the culture of Ordon a bit is all.

I'd really like to see something on Twilight telling the story to the other Links, but again I understand if you don't. Perhaps with Twilight as the blorbo & horseshoes as the item if you're willing to stretch the prompt a bit?

If all I can get is your opinion/critique on it or even just a polite, "sorry, not doing it." Then, I'm more than okay with that.

So, yeah. If you're not feeling up for it, that's fine.

Twilight watched Warriors take an all too eager swig from his flask. He ignored it once, twice, thrice as he scraped some caked in mud out of his Epona's horseshoes. Then he noted, "You know, there's a tale in Ordon about a stable boy who liked to drink too much."

Warriors glanced at him in profile, eyes simultaneously teasing and curious. "Oh? Are you going to impart some country wisdom on me?"

Sky burst out laughing, his cheeks far too flushed. "But you two only got Courage from the Triforce!"

Twilight gingerly reached over and plucked the bottle out of Sky's hands. "That's definitely enough for you."

Time sipped his own flask slowly. "Go on, rancher."

Watching Warriors in particular, Twilight explained, "A stable boy used to steal moonshine from his boss. Never owned up to it, always enjoying getting drunk and having fun. One day he had to hide the stash from his boss, and he panicked, dunking it into the water trough. The boss' prized horse drank it and started to dance."

"Dancing horses is fun!" Wind piped in.

"Yeah, but she fell and broke her legs. They had to put her down to end her suffering." Twilight continued.

Wild's head shot up. "I don't like this story."

Warriors sighed. "Yes, yes, slovenly drunkenness is bad. We all can see the lesson here."

"The stable boy didn't own up to it, though," Twilight continued. "So the horse god punished him by turning him into a horse."

Sky hummed, eyes wide with wonder. "I want to turn into a loftwing."

Twilight laughed, reaching over and pulling the younger hero to him in a side hug. "You're a mess."

"Stuck as a horse forever, huh," Legend yawned, laying on his back and stargazing. "Kind of a nice amount of freedom to that."

"Oh, no, it doesn't end there," Twilight continued. "The next stable boy had the same vice and made the same mistake. When the first boy drank out of the trough, he danced and broke his legs as well. But he confessed his crimes before they could put him down, and for that he was transformed back."

Warriors finished off his drink, leaning against a rock. "Well. For starters. I wouldn't steal alcohol. I can just buy it."

Hyrule barked out a laugh. Twilight rolled his eyes.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

btw! You were talking about your multi shipping and some secret rare pair. I've been in suspense ever since. What's the pair anyway? Or are you in the middle of making a chart? I'm just real curious

oh lmao did i not say what it was? it's not some 'oooh ahhh' thing i just had a Cute Thought and went "yeah i can dig that!". its simply Niche!

first i was thinkin "aw, yk Barnaby/Eddie is kinda cute" and then immediately went "wait ohhhh established Laughingstock but they fold Eddie into the relationship" and yeah <3